Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Hate for the Calendar

Back in February, my best girlies and me were feeling the winter blahs.  We hadn't been away on a girl's trip since October of 2011 and we were itching for some relaxation and girl time.

We decided that we would take a long weekend in the Bahamas.  The flight is relatively short, the drinks are strong and the water is an amazing shade of turquoise.  The ideal antidote for the weather and work that we were going though at the time.

We knew that picking a date was going to be tough as we all have an insane amount of family and work obligations to navigate.  We picked the weekend of 6/14.  We'd leave on a Friday and return on a Monday. A quick call to the airline and the deed was done.  We had a quick conference call to review the details and never spoke about it again until the beginning of June, at which time I had a total panic attack when I learned that Father's Day was early this year.  So early in fact, that it fell right smack dab in the middle of my trip.

I felt like a shit, but I had non-refundable tickets.  So I spent my first Father's Day in 49 years, away from my dad.  I would also be missing spending time with my husband and my brother.  Luckily, I was able to load my kids up with gifts for all and they spent the day with them and had a great time.  I guess this is a symptom of how crazy life has become.  It's also a symptom of "pickafriggindateforaholidayandstickwithit-itis".  Life is complicated enough without holidays floating all over the calendar.  

I had a very nice time while I was away, but my mistake and my hate for the calendar hung over my head the entire trip. Next time I'll scrutinize the calendar more closely before making plans.  There are obviously some assholes in charge of that thing and the one in charge of my life does not appreciate it.

It amazes me that water can look like that.  The water around my island is gray/green, murky and cold.

 They look accusatory, don't they? No? Just my guilty conscience?

Nice view for sitting and pondering your hate for the calendar. 

I left on a Friday, he was this size.

I came back on a Monday, he was this size.  

8 Your comments, banter and witty repartee:

Lin said...

I would think, of anyone, your dad would be the one to understand and encourage you to go. Parents are like that---well, most of the time.

We went out for breakfast on Father's Day....it was PACKED...and annoying.

We went for a walk in the forest preserves...it was PACKED...and really annoying.

We went to the mall to buy Joe some new clothes....it was PACKED...and the mall is always annoying.

My point is...take your dad out on another day other than Father's Day. It will be less crowded and you will be able to just enjoy your day with him.

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Diary of a Mad Bathroom said...

Lin - that's exactly what I plan to do!

Mom of the Perpetually Grounded said...

It looks and sounds heavenly. I'm with Lin-we were out of town so it was just us but we went out to dinner at 4 in the afternoon-and it was Packed!

Diary of a Mad Bathroom said...

MOTPG - I sure do hate crowds. Not sorry I missed that part.

My Inner Chick said...

a long weekend in the Bahamas? With the girlies? NIiiiice! Fabulous! xx

Ps. I lived there for 3 years dealing black jack. I miss the WATER!

Diary of a Mad Bathroom said...

My Inner Chick - You were a dealer in a casino? That's badass.

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